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I hate that I spend my whole day thinking about you. Thinking about being with you, laughing with you, feeling your lips on mine, feeling your body pressed against me. I hate that I play scenario after scenario in my head of me having the best day of my life with you, enjoying your presence and being the luckiest girl in the world. I hate that I think through every moment I’ve spent with you, fantasising about them and then having the crushing and sinking feeling when I realise that it’s so far away from me, realising that I haven’t seen my love in weeks. I hate that I spend so long daydreaming about you, about the stars in your eyes or the playfulness in your smile, about the tingles I feel every time you reach for me, about the at home feeling you give me, about the weightless feeling you make me feel. You’re my favourite place to be. I hate that I’m holding onto memories like these to keep me going but then I am completely crushed when I realise I can’t have that all the time. I hate that I struggle to sleep because of the lonely feeling without you. I hate that you are the death of me.






